A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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KHWAAB HAI JISME
आंखे कितनी भी छोटी क्यो ना हो !!
ताक
God's Gift To Me
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
Not Born To Die!
Spread your wings and flap to fly.
The sky is there for you to try.
You say the w
SAANSE JISME TERE ISHQ KI
Ho toh gayi thi who sabhi baatein jo kehni thi
par shayad koi ek baat reh gayi adhuri hai
Love me like you mean it
Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning
And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea
sara desh hamara
कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा
hamari yaad ati hai
wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.
wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho
azadi hum hargiz hata nahi sakte
अपनी आज़ादी को हम हरगिज़ मिटा सकते नह
KABHI DHOOP TO KABHI CHHAON
कभी धूप कभी छाया है
कभी सत्य कभी मा
If I Were King
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only
